After long consideration I’ve decided to leave. Not just tumblr. And not just for a week. This is goodbye.
I’m going away. I just can’t do this anymore. I might be back or I might not, I don’t really know what I’m going to do right now but I know what’s on my mind. If I’m not back in a few days, I hope you all take care. I’m sorry.
"You get to the point where you can’t do anything. You sit on the floor, leaned up against the wall, not knowing which way to move. So you just sit there, paralysed. And there’s this stupid counsellor saying, ‘You’ve got to be true to yourself.’ But how can I be true to myself when I haven’t got a self to be true to? There isn’t a feeling of being me!"
On becoming a person: through food control (via self-starvation, betterthanbones) (via parisstateofmind) (via imtalkingincircles) (via hiddenwithmyfuckingsecrets)
It wasn’t a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When we cut, we’re in control - we make our own pain and we can stop it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter’s mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.
(Source: burntskeletons, via katebeckettsboobs)
cross the line if your clothing choices are limited because of the cuts on your arms, legs, or anywhere else.
(Source: crosstheline, via illsmileandmakebelieve)
1030) I want to stop cutting. I really do. But I just can’t. It’s on my mind, every single minute.
(via confessionsofaselfharmer)
1032) i wish i could live without urges and not have this constant fight with myself.
(via confessionsofaselfharmer)
(Source: , via simpleandnumbed)
